Michael Simon, Fredrick, and Mark all at the park, smoking, when the see you. They all throw their cigarettes and walk over to you, ready to pick, tease, and beat you up. You on the other hand, are reading, when Michael hits the book out of your hand Michael: Well, if it isn't the little jackass? Fredrick: Snickering besides Michael Simon: Being Simon, Mark: Not caring, as always, and leaning against a lap post
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